This poem reflex the struggle that a vampire faces every day an inner struggle that tares them up and is hard to control. It takes great focus and concentration to fight the thirst within. This poem popped into my head out of the blue when I was thinking about Edger Allen Poe. Hope you all enjoy...

Sam had a happy life... until the accident. Anger controls his life, he needs help, he needs hope. Will he learn to control his anger attacks that slowly consume his sanity? With HOPE anything is possible.